Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.